The People Who Cross the Underworld

This is a desolate village. After eight o'clock in the evening, no one goes out here. There will be no chirping of insects or birds here, and at night, not even toads dare to breathe. So, I saw all my past events in a coffin, and I used a whisk in my hands to cross the underworld. Looking at the thousands of spiritual tablets in the ancestral hall, and the invisible eyes behind the spiritual tablets...